69novels Chapter 89 End
Chapter 89 End
Although he was speaking in a low voice, Kurosawa's tone seemed to be threatening, causing Hojo Natsuki to be completely unaware that this was a sign of him trying to coax people, and it was even more inexplicable.
"Why did I hit you?" He asked back, frowning and withdrew his hand, "I want to rest, excuse me."
Kurosawa: "..."
Hojo Natsuki ignored the other party and walked to his room.He pretended to close the door calmly, then flew onto the bed to beat the pillow to vent his anger, and continued to curse Kurosawa inwardly.
Violence!Unreasonable!
You have to be blind to like this kind of person!
The Maine Coon jumped onto the bed and stared at him, as if silently asking why he was angry.
"He's so annoying." Xia Shu reached out and took the cat into his arms, turned over and faced the ceiling, "It's still better for you."
The big silver-haired cat raised its head arrogantly: "Mi."
But Xia Shu regretted it after finishing speaking.
... so heavy, more than 20 kilograms, is this a pig?How did he jump on the table so fat?
He turned to lie on his side again, and finally let go of this heavy love.The Maine Coon cat was completely unaware of the subtle dislike from its owner, and was squinting its eyes and pretending to sleep.
The cat's temper is better than Kurosawa's in every respect, and if he wants to stick to it, he will come over and rub him with his big fluffy tail; he will not be angry for more than an hour, and he will die if he is coaxed casually.
It can also admit mistakes, its ears are drooping and folded back, with its wizened airplane ears and round green eyes, silently flattering.
Hojo Natsuki took a comb and combed the cat, and gradually calmed down.
He even had a vague feeling that Mr. Kurosawa's last words of "let you call back" were not provocative or perfunctory, he might be... showing weakness.
No way?
In order to prevent himself from being sentimental, he decided to do something else to divert his attention, such as thinking about how to modify the pistol that was returned by Kudo Shinichi.
Once you fall into the state of thinking, time flies very fast.
When Hojo Natsuki finished drawing the new concept sketch, it was already dark outside, and he felt a little hungry, so he was going to go out for food.
He pushed open the door and found that Kurosawa was still in the living room, and the other party was lying on the sofa reading materials.The cowhide file bags on the coffee table are piled up into a hill, and there are two fist-sized spaces on the edge of the pile of scattered files, where two cups of coffee are placed.
There was only half of a glass left, and it was placed on the left-hand side of Kurosawa Jin; the other glass of iced Americano was opposite him, unopened, the straw was stacked on the lid, and a layer of water droplets hung on the outside of the plastic cup wall.
Hojo Natsuki had just glanced at it pretending not to care, but his gaze suddenly froze.
……Hey?
What does this mean... bought it for him?
Kurosawa raised his head and met his eyes with a calm expression, as if he was waiting for him to speak.
Hojo Natsuki immediately retracted his gaze like a guilty conscience, and stepped out the door faster.
Kurosawa Zhen: "..."
……
When Natsuki came back, the documents on the coffee table, the coffee, and Jin Kurosawa himself were all gone, and the living room, which had nothing in it, seemed even more empty.
From this day on, the inexplicable cold war between the two kicked off.
Natsuki Hojo has to go to school, and spends his working days fishing at school, and occasionally goes to see Conan or the doctor on weekends, and is oblivious to the outside world when he is busy doing his own things.
But Kurosawa Zhen was erratic, elusive, and his footsteps were lighter than a cat's.
As long as he wants to, Hojo Natsuki has no chance to capture his whereabouts.
At first, Xia Shu was a little angry.
"...I really misjudged him." He said to the cat to himself, "I thought it was a reconciliation, but it was my wishful thinking."
After a week with almost zero communication, when Xia Shu thought that the other party had moved out of here, Kurosawa finally appeared.
There was an inconspicuous wound on his jaw, which was a new wound.
Xia Shu asked hesitantly, "Are you injured?... your face."
Kurosawa thought deeply, stroked the shallow wound, and said, "It's nothing."
Hojo Natsuki wanted to say something more, but fell silent out of a certain revenge mentality. He nodded, turned and left, so he didn't notice Kurosawa's irritable and puzzled expression.
……
That night, Edogawa Conan called him very excitedly.
"I found that drinking can temporarily change my body back!" He said quickly, "Do you have time to come over and help record? I have to experiment again."
Hojo Natsuki's eyes lit up: "When?"
Conan: "Right now, come to the doctor's house to find me, hurry up."
Xia Shu: "Okay, you wait."
He immediately put the frustration and loss of the cold war with Mr. Kurosawa behind him, and his mind was full of experiments and various speculations.He packed up his things, went out like a whirlwind, and rushed to Dr. Ali's residence.
There are three bottles of wine on the table, with a red label on the outside, with the words 'Lao Bai Gan' written in Chinese.
"...is this?" Hojo Natsuki walked over, "White wine?"
Dr. A Li nodded: "Yes. Xinyi caught a cold yesterday, and took a sip of Lao Baigan by mistake, and temporarily changed back..."
He asked with great interest: "What about the duration? Is it an hour?"
Conan: "No."
"Then let's try it." Hojo Natsuki spread out his notebook, took out the measuring cup from his bag and put it on the table, "In short, drink 25ml first..."
Conan picked up the measuring cup, unsealed the wine and poured it in.
"This is already very bad to drink." He twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's more like drinking poison after you do it like this..."
Hojo Natsuki stared at him intently, with the tip of his pen resting on the paper, he urged, "Drink quickly."
Conan held his breath, suffocated the wine in one gulp, and coughed a few times like earth-shattering.
"Cough, cough, cough..." He covered his throat, "It's so choking..."
15 minutes passed and nothing happened.
Hojo Natsuki turned the pen: "Then try 50ml."
Another 15 minutes passed, and Conan's face turned red from the alcohol, but his body remained motionless.
Hojo Natsuki frowned: "75ml."
……
In this way, more than an hour later, Conan, who had never drunk before, drank most of the bottle of white wine, blushed as if thrown in boiling water, bit his tongue while talking incoherently, and couldn't even stand upright.
Dr. A Li worried: "Let's stop here today, Xinyi's body can't bear it."
"That's right." Hojo Natsuki sighed and closed his notebook, "Doctor, were you there when Kudo first drank Laobaigan?"
Are there other interfering factors?
Dr. Ali: "I'm not here, it was dictated by Shinichi."
At this time, Edogawa Conan was lying on the table in a daze, unable to utter a complete and logical sentence, and his appearance was no different from the hangover mada in the tavern.
"...It's so bad...I'm dizzy..." Conan kept complaining, "I feel like vomiting..."
Hojo Natsuki picked up the remaining half of the wine bottle: "Is it so bad?"
"For people who have never drunk alcohol, they will get drunk after a little bit." Dr. A Li reminded with a smile, "Besides, Xinyi's body is a child now, and his metabolism is not so good..."
Hojo Natsuki was aroused by him, and poured himself a half cup.
Just by sniffing it lightly, the strong and mellow smell of wine hits my face.
However, Kudou can drink so much against the body of a child, so it will definitely be fine for him to try.
So Hojo Natsuki pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp. In an instant, an indescribable feeling rushed down his throat and rushed to the top of the sky, irritating his scalp numb, and even his nasal cavity was filled with the surging smell of alcohol.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
He couldn't help holding the table and coughing, he was even more embarrassed than Edogawa Conan just now.
Dr. Ali helped him calm down, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia Shu, I have persuaded you a long time ago."
Hojo Natsuki took a few deep breaths and said leisurely, "...I know now."
Edogawa Conan on the side was still in the pain of drunkenness, complaining in a low voice, and didn't even notice Natsuki's movement, so Dr. Ali got up and went to the utility room to find the hangover medicine.
After 10 minutes, Dr. A Li searched through the cabinet but found no medicine, so he came back empty-handed.
At this time, Hojo Natsuki also became very uncomfortable, his skin itched intermittently, dizzy, difficult to breathe, and even a little nauseous.
"...Xia Shu-kun, you are allergic!" Dr. Ali stared at the small rash on the side of his arm, and Sulai's kind tone rarely added a bit of blame, "Don't you know that you are allergic to alcohol?"
He was uncomfortable, but he responded in vain: "Huh?"
...I don't know at all, I've never had a drink before.
Dr. A Li looked at the two people, one big and one small, and decided helplessly to take them to the hospital together.
As a result, I was scolded by the doctor.
The female doctor frowned and wrote the case list with a serious tone: "How can you allow minors to drink spirits?! Edogawa-kun is only six years old! ... and this Hojo-kun is also a minor, with such a serious alcohol allergy, in case If something happens... minors are not allowed to drink alcohol in China!"
Dr. A Li wiped his sweat in embarrassment: "The children at home are ignorant, and while I'm not at home..."
The female doctor prescribed oral medicine for Conan, but Xia Shu needed an infusion because of severe allergies.
He wanted to say that he hated injections, but his throat was swollen and sore, his voice was soft and hoarse, and it was difficult for him to speak clearly and completely. Of course, the female doctor could not receive the electric waves from his eyes, so she handed the order to Dr. Ali.
Hojo Natsuki sat down on the plastic chair in the infusion room, looking up at the ticking bottle.
"I'll take Xinyi back to rest first." Dr. Ali said, "I'll accompany you later and take you home."
Natsuki Hojo shook his head and typed on his mobile phone: [I can go back by myself. 】
"How does this work?"
He thought for a while, then called again: [It is not convenient to disclose Mr. Kurosawa's address, I will ask him to pick me up. 】
This excuse is quite convincing, Dr. Ali hesitated: "Really?"
[Don't worry, you take Kudou away. 】
After making such a promise, the other party finally left with the sleeping Edogawa Conan in his arms.
Hojo Natsuki let out a long breath.
He doesn't like to bother others very much, and he feels even more uncomfortable when he asks people to wait by the side to accompany the infusion.
The central air conditioner hangs overhead, and the wind whistles in the quiet night, Xia Shu slowly falls asleep.
……
The bright light shone on the eyelids, Natsuki Hojo opened his eyes, and the eyes were all warm orange.He was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, the hanging sun was like a round egg yolk, and the sky was splashed with intertwined pink and orange oil paint, making the scattered steel forest dim.
The roof of the building with a good view.
He still remembered that he was in the hospital just now. After all, the feeling of allergies was too uncomfortable to fake, and it couldn't be illusory.
So he quickly judged that he should be dreaming again.
Hojo Natsuki turned around and finally found something unusual in the backlit place in the stairwell.
There was a man sitting there, with short and shattered silver hair hanging down because of his head bowed posture, but it couldn't cover the deep bridge of the nose.His legs are very long, and he seems a bit aggrieved to be shrunk in this narrow space.
The silhouette of this person was so recognizable that Hojo Natsuki recognized him as Kurosawa Jin almost immediately.
He walked towards the silver-haired man, trying to see his face.
The boy Kurosawa I saw last time was seventeen or eighteen years old, what about this one now?
...It seems to be about the same age as the current Kurosawa-san?Could it be what happened not long ago?
Kurosawa's abdomen was injured, and he was covering it with his right hand. Scarlet color leaked from between his fingers, dripping down along the outline of his palm.After fiddling with the phone, he looked ahead calmly, then stood up and walked out.
He didn't seem to be affected by the wound, and his footsteps were still steady and light. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and shot over with precise gaze.
Hojo Natsuki paused in shock.
Kurosawa stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sat down against the railing again.
The warm sunset light reflected on his face, softly illuminating those cold dark green eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, he asked, "Is that you?"
Natsuki Hojo didn't dare to move.
"Help me with the cigarettes," Kurosawa said to him, "in the left inner pocket."
Xia Shu hesitated for half a minute, then walked towards him.
But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up Kurosawa's silver hair and clothes, and the cigarette case fell to the ground so abruptly.
And Kurosawa also looked away from him, picked up the cigarette case, and knocked one skillfully.
Kurosawa was holding a cigarette, his eyes scattered in the air.
After a while, he suddenly laughed hoarsely: "Didn't you say that you will never come back?"
"When I left, I didn't say a word." He said lightly, "...it's been two years."
Hojo Natsuki realized that the other party was not talking to him.
...he seems to be communicating with an unknown person who is hidden in the air.
That person once let go of harsh words, saying that he would never see him again, but at this time he quietly came back to visit his old friend.
Kurosawa reached into his neckline, hooked out a thin silver chain, pulled it off easily, and removed the plain loop hanging from the chain.
Fairly simple style with a few inconspicuous scratches on the outside of the shank.
"I will die." He said lightly, pushing the ring onto his left ring finger, "This place will soon become ruins."
Kurosawa closed his eyes, as if trying to capture the answer that melted in the wind, but found nothing.
Not long after, the sharp and piercing alarm rushed into the sky, and the whole building became restless.
Natsuki Hojo leaned on the railing and looked downstairs. Police cars with flashing red and blue lights crowded the side streets, and the roads on both sides were cordoned off.He realized what Kurosawa was going to do, and turned around suddenly, only to see the silver-haired man staring up at the air, his expression as cold as ever.
Water drops fell on his face, crystal clear, appearing out of thin air, like the sky suddenly shed tears.
Kurosawa wiped away the tears from his face, and let out a low laugh from his throat: "Why are you crying again?"
"I've never seen someone who loves to cry like you." He seemed to be reprimanding, but his tone was loose, "I have been crying since I was wronged, and I cried when I made mistakes. I will listen to you when I am sure. This time I will not Buy it."
"..."
"It's so cruel to me." It seems that this is not the first time Kurosawa Jin said this sentence, he smiled mockingly, and slowly and calmly summarized the two years he lived alone, "I did it without you, don't take it too seriously." Seriously. I've been recruited by other organizations too. FBI included. I'm busy most of the time, dealing with nasty bugs, and sometimes..."
Sometimes I think of you, sometimes I don't.When I miss you, I wipe my gun and have something to do at hand, which can always distract my attention.
But sometimes I think so hard that I can't sleep.
But he didn't say it.
Whether the days are long or short, torture or nothingness, it is another two years.
"I'm 29 years old." Kurosawa repeated that sentence again, "I have taken photos without you. If you don't come back, I will also grow old."
The liquid light danced between his silver hair, and the dust in midair was dyed brilliant gold.
The setting sun will be dissipated in this monstrous wind.
He said the last sentence in a tone as light as that washed by clear water: "... See you in the next life."
See you in the next life.
The uncontrollable strong empathy started again, controlling Hojo Natsuki's whole mind, tears streaming down his cheeks, he was breathing rapidly, the pain was unbearable.There was a loud noise next to his ears, he blinked, and his perspective suddenly cut away, the flames and black smoke soaring into the sky burned in the setting sun.
Xia Shu watched for a long time, the fire was gradually extinguished, the sun went down, and a story ended.
……
He wandered on the street in his dream, the street scene was familiar yet unfamiliar, and the people coming and going couldn't see him and passed by him.Xia Shu had never been disappointed by this kind of scene before, but now he was haunted by a faint pain similar to loneliness.
The figures came and went, and the sound of footsteps became more and more distant.He felt a little sad that the world was so vast, but no one was related to him.
In this loss, he slept for a while longer.
A slight tingling sensation came from the back of his hand, and Xia Shu slowly opened his eyes.
The nurse put away the bottle and reminded: "...it just rained, so be careful when you go back."
One hand was pressing the hemostatic patch on the back of his palm.
Natsuki Hojo suddenly woke up.
Kurosawa Jin said in a low voice, "Understood."
...Why is Kurosawa-san here?
Just when Hojo Natsuki was about to speak, he fell silent under the terrified eyes of the other party, and looked down at his shoelaces.
"Drink and go to the hospital." His voice was cold, "I warned you earlier. Can't you remember if it doesn't hurt?"
On the first day of moving into the other party's house, Xia Shu looked at the wine cabinet curiously, but got a warning from the other party - "Don't drink if you don't want to die."
I originally thought it was just a reminder from Mr. Kurosawa to the underage, after all, he didn't know that he was allergic to alcohol...but how did the other party know?
Hojo Natsuki suddenly realized something, raised his eyes: "You..."
His throat was still swollen, and his voice was difficult.
Kurosawa glanced at him: "Shut up."
Xia Shu: "..."
Kurosawa still pressed the hemostatic patch on the back of his palm for him, and the heat came from his fingertips and palm.In this posture, he led Xia Shu to the gate of the hospital, and then drove.
"Wait here," he said.
Natsuki Hojo stood under a street lamp, and the night wind gently brushed over his forehead, sending a faint fragrance of gardenia.
Soon after, Kurosawa Jin's car stopped in front of him.
Hojo Natsuki got in the car, fastened his seat belt, and looked out the window at the ever-changing street scene.
The seasonal changes in the city are not so obvious. He leaned on the window and saw night snack stalls standing in twos and threes along the street...and buttered potatoes!
In fact, I don't want to eat that much, but I feel a little greedy when I see it.
In order to avoid making Kurosawa angry, I will not mention this.
So Xia Shu turned his head, wanting to observe the other party's reaction, and of course Kurosawa also glanced at the stalls on the street, misinterpreting his smooth eyes as something else.
Kurosawa said indifferently: "I think you look like a potato."
Natsuki Hojo: "?"
Why the sudden personal attack?
Xia Shu stared at Kurosawa, so the other party added: "No eating."
"..."
"Let's talk tomorrow."
"...?"
Hearing this sentence, Xia Shu was a little happy again, pursing his lips and smiling.
It suddenly occurred to him that the week-long cold war with Mr. Kurosawa seemed to end so vaguely.
There's no right or wrong, and there's no need to win or lose, but that's fine.
Xia Shu laughed so hard that his eyes rolled up, and he heard Kurosawa ask again: "What are you happy about?"
Hojo Natsuki shook his head pretending to be mysterious at him.
— not to tell you.
Kurosawa smiled lowly: "Childish."
The red light jumped at this time, cutting several cars in front of the white line.
The grass and trees on the street are verdant, accompanied by the rustling of the wind, as if there is a gentle sound of sea tide echoing between the empty roads.
He knew that Xia Tian came back.
The author has something to say:
over!I feel that it is better to stop the main text here. There are still a few chapters in the third week, and I will talk about it in the future. I will explain the content that was not explained in the previous article.
Because I still owe... er, at least 10 additional updates, so I will write a lot of extra episodes, which are available in every week, and everyone can order food.Of course, I personally prefer the black piano, the pure black inner species (to the fingers)
The extra episode is still updated daily, because I'm about to start school, and I can't update it on time, it looks like 11-12 o'clock every day.